Chapter IV Doom Comes

"P" distance from the self-proclaimed 30 years after the six days, to today there is only one day left, the fact is that the third young master has been lethargic for three days! The third young master, who wants to lose weight, is sitting in the courtyard. His eyes are confused and complicated, and there are many struggles in it In these three days, In addition to the thinning of the third young master, there is also a Lady Gulasbo who has lost her former style. She found these days that her child had not only become taciturn, but he had been a good boy, seldom talking, and his only trouble was drinking, but this was undoubtedly the performance of his excellent child, which made her worry as little as Gusrabot. "Don't worry, madam. The old servant believes that the young master will recover in a few days." Again, Mrs. Gusrabaud's old servant began to comfort the grim Mrs. Gusrabaud, who, as usual, lowered her head and exhaled bitterly, then raised her head with a determined expression "Marcy, continue to invite the sacrificial adults to come tomorrow!" The old servant was obviously startled and persuaded him: "Beautiful madam, it costs too much to sacrifice adults once. Marcy is embarrassed to explain this month's bill to the general!" When Mrs. Gusrabo heard this, she showed an angry expression and drank and scolded, "Why did the dead man want a bill! I didn't even care about him and dared to take care of my affairs. I told you to invite the sacrificial adults to come tomorrow, so you can invite them. If he dares to say something about you, I will repair him severely!" In the distant territory barracks, looking at the drilled mother Gusra Bojin Gusra Boyin, Gusra Bote showed a satisfied smile, and somehow, his back suddenly broke out in a cold sweat The third young master sitting in the courtyard seemed to hear the conversation behind him, and turned his head slightly, and the familiar voice sounded in his mind again "One day, get ready, the first seven days of greed come." Now the third young master looked very calm, not as panicked as the previous times, and asked the air, "If you are really me after thirty years, can you tell me how I spent my life after thirty years?" The man's voice was silent for a long time, but the third young master waited patiently for a reply "Live in despair, enjoy the happiness of the world in pain, and be a greedy person who gives everything of human nature in the ups and downs of greed games." The third young master put up a discontented face, he felt that this so-called 30 years later is a neuropathy, if not neuropathy, how can you always say something that people can't understand? The man's voice also knew that the third young master could not understand the meaning and explained it in a simple way "Your fate has been arranged since you got the crime of greed. The necklace you wear is not a good thing, it is an artifact from hell." "Artifact!?" The third young master suddenly got excited. Even though he didn't dare to be interested in anything, he still knew one thing. In Datura mainland, there was a brief history, which mentioned the grades of weapons, such as green, blue, black and purple. After purple, there were holy grades and finally divine grades! In a brief history, it is said that only gods can possess the weapons of the divine order. Now, the man who claims to be himself thirty years later says that the necklace he wears is an artifact, so what else is he afraid of? For the joy and excitement of the third young master, the man's voice is just a cold laugh "It is an artifact, but it is an artifact that even the gods are afraid of. I usually call it a sinful instrument. Once it is contaminated with a sinful instrument, it will be haunted by bad luck all my life." The man's words poured cold water on the third young master relentlessly, which made the third young master tremble with cold "Bad luck? You say this weapon is ominous?" "Yes, I have calculated the time with you before. In seven days, those who get the crime of greed for the first time will have bad luck after seven days. Do you choose to escape or how to choose in the face of bad luck? Is it the same as me at the beginning? Trading to the crime of greed and getting peace?" The man's voice has disappeared The third young master wanted to continue to ask, but no matter how he shouted and shouted to the air, there was no echo. At last, the third young master shouted that he had no strength and could only choose to go back to his room and lie in bed to struggle and torture himself The next morning the sun had just illuminated the room of the third young master of Gusrabo. The third young master suddenly opened his big black pupil eyes and jumped up. As usual, he would start to make his bed, and then gargle and wash his face in an aristocratic way. But today he was not in the mood to do this, just sitting quietly in the room "Madam, madam! Sacrificial adults are coming!" Mrs. Gusrabo, who got up early in the morning, dressed herself in a hurry, went out of her room, took her old servant to the courtyard gate of the Gusrabo family, and welcomed the sacrificial Lord who had been sent for yesterday He was the same man who had seen Gusrabo before him. He was dressed in a long white suit, clean and bright. He walked well and well. He held a sacrificial scepter in his right hand. Although he was in his old age, his elegant manners and courtesy were comfortable "Beautiful Madame Gusrabo, Ratter, hearing your invitation yesterday, came at once, wondering what is the matter with the third young master of Gusrabo?" Late greeted politely, and Mrs. Gusrabo squeezed out a smile, then a sad face "Ratter sacrifices to your Excellency. Mistress woke up the next day after you came last time, but soon after you woke up, he passed out again. This time he was unconscious for three days. You'd better help me quickly." With a simple courtesy and regular little steps, Ratter led the three men to the room of the third young master of Gusrabo, led by the old servant beside Madame Gusrabo Touch! When the door was pushed open, the third young master was surprised and immediately curled up in the corner of the mattress. He trembled and asked, "Is... is... who is it?" It was Mrs. Gusrabo who pushed the door. When she saw the third young master who was scared to hide in the corner of the mattress, she felt a deep pain in her heart and begged Ratter around her to offer sacrifices "Sacrifice to your Excellency, please use your healing magic once. Mistress's illness is getting worse and worse." Speaking of which, Mrs. Gusra Bo sobbed and shed tears, and Ratte was helpless and comforted: "Mrs. Gusra Bo, healing divinity is only useful for illness, and it is the spirit that bothers the third young master. I will give him hypnosis at most, let him have a good rest and sleep for two or three days, maybe his condition will improve a little." Mrs. Gusra Bo heard that she had the decisiveness of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and hurriedly said, "Then please offer sacrifices to adults!" "Well!" Ratter began to approach the third young master, and walked about halfway away. Ratter turned to the old servant and Lady Gusrabo on one side and said, "Madam, I can't be seen while I am practicing my skills. Please wait for my good news outside the door with your servant." Late smiled softly, and Mrs. Gusrabo felt that what Late said was reasonable, so she and the old servant around her withdrew from the door, and the old servant closed the door Ratter continued to walk to the third young master and kindly said, "Don't be afraid, if you have any unpleasant things, you can tell me. You will be hypnotized later. Don't be nervous, relax your brain and stabilize your nervous mood." In fact, the third young master knows this sacrifice. In the past, his two brothers in the family came to see him when they got sick. Now, even if he came to him so kindly and showed such kindness and kindness, the third young master was in a panic. Just as the self-proclaimed 30 years later said, bad luck was really coming. "What a nostalgic sight!" The third young master was dazed. This is the voice of the man in his mind "What the hell is going on? Why do I feel like something is going to happen!" The third young master growled at Ratter like crazy ", p"